Dating

The Complete and Total Loser has actually paid money to join a dating site. 
He's not sure why he's done this. The age-appropriate women there and in his league are sad and not very literate. He's heard from a few who may be viable, but in the near month he's been on the Loser hasn't actually met with anyone. 
That may change Saturday. A woman who seems as low key as the Loser will meet him for dinner after work. If she's the type who responds to non-needy types, the Loser has a chance. His libido is at a low and if she doesn't show up at the appointed place he'd be quite happy to dine alone. 
Last week, the Loser had lunch with two friends, both women in their 40s. He shot the photo below of a young lovely who was in the same place, eating with her boyfriend. You know something about eating on a bright day when you're in your 40s? You don't sit by a window like this girl did. The light is not kind to your skin at that age.

The Loser gets free boner pills

The three dates the Complete and Total Loser went on last fall were OK, but just that, and nothing came of any of them.
During them, the Loser worried about what happened in '06, with a woman he'd made it into bed with. Impotence. He tried and got hard but it wilted when it was time to insert. Anxiety. The last time the Loser had successful intercourse was in 1997 and his confidence was fueled by alcohol. The woman in '06 was a recovering alcoholic and the Loser didn't drink when with her, though she told him it would be all right to. "Would it help if you entered me from behind?" she'd asked.
Yesterday, at the end of his annual physical, the Loser asked his doctor for a prescription for boner pills. ("There is one more thing, by the way ...")
The doctor understood and prescribed Cialis because you can download a trial coupon at their website and get three pills for free. The Loser did this and went to his pharmacy. The pharmacist was an energetic young woman with a loud voice. Cute, sort of. There was minor confusion over the store as the office people at the Loser's doctor's office had sent the prescription to the wrong one, but the pharmacist found it. She walked from the terminal closer to the Loser and leaned over and spoke quietly: "Is it for the Cialis?" 
Very cute, how she'd said this.
The Loser now has his boner pills. They expire in 2014, but dry pills keep. Even so, the Loser doubts he'll ever need them. He's in his mid 50s now and his libido is sagging fast.

If you could see the Loser's libido, it'd look like this.

A Perfect State

They are one and the same, finally. The Complete and Total Loser's libido and his mental desire are dead even for the first time, though he has a vague recollection of writing something similar to that before. It's probably one of those things that comes and goes.

A shy katydid peers around a post at a train station.

The Loser is shy with women (he knows he repulses them) so not wanting to approach any removes conflict. He is at peace. True, he has the knee jerk responses to the bare flesh of summer (so many thighs ...), but that's ephemeral. 

Onward, summer!